♥ oh be your own strength

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[There is a gigantic four post bed on the Plane. Wrapped in its supple crimson sheets is none but Sirkka herself. Shirt? Who needs a shirt? A lacy purple bra is just fine, and no one knows what else she's wearing since the rest of her is hidden. She doesn't seem inclined to get dressed even though she has tea in her hand and bowl of fruit resting on a small table beside her.

She yawns, evidently more interested in staring up at the curtain than... you know. Putting on clothes.]

Ugh. Why does it have to be four in the afternoon?

[She rubs at her eyes.]

I have a lecture in half an hour. Thank God for the Plane.

[She shifts a little, then gives up and rests her head against the backboard.]

Fifteen minutes.

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[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan, similarly skipping doing any sort of work, has advice to give. And by advice I mean it isn't really advice.]

Ugh, no, don't go to that.

[Yeah, don't go to a lecture, Sirkka! Lectures are terrible.

Also I have no idea what the fuck Nathan's doing. He's probably just standing aimlessly around on the plane bored but he doesn't want to work. So bored is better.]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Sirkka hasn't seen Nathan since... that time. And no, she is not going to tug her blankets up. She does not care.] But I have to. [She says this with a gentle sort of smile despite herself, her thoughts.] They need help adjusting and I'm the only one who can do it.

I have something for you.

[She doesn't miss a beat as she swings her legs over the side of the mattress and opens her nightstand. Sirkka offers a black-wrapped present to him. It's somewhat heavy, possibly very spiky and metal. Like, literally. Black metal only wishes they had a set of handcuffs like these.]

I'm sorry about what happened. I got the roses; they were lovely. If you don't want to speak to me again, I understand.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan stares at the gift for a second after he takes it. He attempts to resist the urge to tear it open and see what this shit is but no he doesn't, and proceeds to open it - rather sort of neatly, really - as he talks.]

Huh? What, uh- what are you apologizing for?

[It's a half-there reply, as he's sort of mostly focused on unwrapping this thing.]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Sirkka frowns, almost distracted by his delicate unwrapping before she catches herself.]

I shouldn't have... I reached right in there without even asking you, and that was terrible. And I used it against you, which was even worse.

I'm a freak. A psychic or an empath, or whatever you want to call it. I swore to protect other people but I couldn't even protect you from me.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan continues unwrapping. Let us say he is victorious and you can inform me what it is next.]

Yeah, well, uh. I was being a dick. I have no fucking clue what- what I was thinking? Or, okay. It was like, uhmmmm... I don't know, I was just angry and not... myself. I guess it was forced? Whatever.

[He shrugs.]

And hey, hey, noooo, don't say that. You're not- you're not a freak. Maybe, uh, a bit... weird. But, no, I mean, you could be like fucking Miss Cleo. Tell people about their future or their problems or some shit.

[I guess Nathan's in a good mood today.]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[It's handcuffs. SIRKKA IS CLASSY. Also, she does not own much outside of... handcuffs... furniture... and lingerie... Anyway he's pretty metal so he should enjoy those.

That last part makes her laugh, though.]

I can't really see the future, but I am a counselor.

[She tilts her head.]

So we're okay now?

[onehundredbeers]

[Oh, yay! He plays with them for a few moments before cuffing one of his wrists and then just sort of dropping his arms to his sides.]

Uh, yeah? I mean... I, uh, apol- apologised or whatever. For being a dick.

[A beat.]

You could still, uh, be Miss Cleo. That's what she does, okay, she fucking... counsels... people. Or did. I think she died or something like that.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to make sure.

[Her smile is brighter now, though it soon gains a hint of mischief.]

Maybe. She was a lesbian, too.

[oliverplus]

[jumps because what is a bed doing there!? not to mention a person] Whoa! Sorry. [sheepish] I didn't see you there.

[but now that he does see her, he blinks at her for a moment, probably staring a bit more than he should, but his mind isn't going that way anyway] Hey...hey, I know you! Don't I? [he can't help sounding terribly excited about this. he's just recognised someone!]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[At first, Sirkka tugs her sheets up a little bit and wonders if she should apologize. And then she realizes, by his reaction and the briefest cursory reading, that he barely knows her. If at all. Her face falls.]

Oliver... [It might have been the Plane or something else, but there's no mistaking her worry.] Yes. You know me. [She doesn't want to worry HIM too much, though.] I'm Sirkka. What happened?

[oliverplus]

Sirkka! Yeah! I remember that. [he recognises her and her name. it's not much, but it's exciting to him. however, he feels that worry, and he frowns, still struggling to work out why his emotions keep doing odd things when he talks to people]

Oh, I've got amnesia. [tries to smile reassuringly] It'll get better.

Sorry, you were trying to sleep...

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

N-- no, it's fine. I'm doing a very poor job of waking up is all.

[She smiles at him, soft and patient. It's easier if she slips back into mother mode.] Has anyone tried to help you with that? Most amnesia clears up on its own, but depending on the cause, it might be more complicated.

I may be able to help you.

[oliverplus]

[looks a bit uncomfortable at that question. he's been avoiding Gondovan and the idea that he might actually live there, so while he's been trying to remember the Plane, he doesn't really want all his memories back] The Doctor has been. And it's okay--I'm starting to remember things.

[blinks] What do you mean?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

All right. Don't push yourself too hard. I don't want you to hurt yourself.

[Her smile gains a mysterious quality.]

I'm a counselor. I routinely work with patients suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, among other things.

[oliverplus]

Don't worry! I'm fine. [tries for that reassuring smile again]

Oh! [pauses, his expression lighting up at a flicker of memory] Yeah, we've...talked before. Haven't we? I mean, I haven't got anything like PTSD! But I feel like...like we've talked.

I don't know what it would do for amnesia, but thanks. [smiles wryly] But I thought you were trying to avoid giving a lecture?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

I know. You always end up fine, Oliver.

[She nods slowly.] We talk a lot, actually. Unless I get terribly busy, which is what happened. I wish I'd caught you sooner.

[Her smile grows.] Allowances can be made for my favorite people.

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

[KYUPIN. Box looks up from the screen of his laptop, like a deer who sensed a hunter. Something is not right, something is wrong, there is the silent before the storm... So he turns his head and already hears Sirkka's voice. Oh, then it's alri--]

Aaaahhh...!

[Just a 'light' yell as he sees the bed and Sirkka in it not far from him. There are giant, red exclamation marks jumping around him. There is an alarm even, flashing in red.]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[The weirdness of the cartoony exclamation points (like something out of Roger the Rabbit) stumps her for a second, and then she draws her blankets up a bit more. Poor thing. Unfortunately, this is Sirkka's natural state. Mostly naked. In a bed. With people around.

Yep.]

Sorry, sorry! That could have gone over better...

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

Iuuuhaaauh ooohuh...! [Could be translated as 'no problem' on the language of the people who are fighting with nausea, and a panic attack. Doubt Box ever saw bra, on a real woman, what is not cosplay, and not on tv. So it is a new experience. Leaves him pretty shocked.] I- I- I- y-you you you you, you, you aren't you col-col-cold cold--?!

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Poor kid.] Hold on, all right? [She drops from the Plane, bed going with her, and reappears in a minute with clothes on! A skirt and a purple shirt, like usual. Also she left the bed at home. :|b]

I'm sorry for startling you.

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

Euh, i-it-it's-- [Box trying to say, but Sirkka already drops from the Plane. That minute leaves Box the time to... calm down. He has nothing against beds, hell he wants one even, but women underwear is something he don't need or want, only without the real woman part. Maybe. He is still pale.] S-so you can come h-h-here while sleeping too?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[To be fair, her panties weren't showing. But uh, she was definitely only wearing a bra. Poor thing.

She offers him a small plate of chocolates to make up for it. Maybe it's not good breakfast, but she doesn't care.]

I was awake when I got here. I thought it'd give me some extra time to nap before my lecture, that's all. I was careless. I should have remembered your condition. I'm sorry.

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

[Box eyes the chocolate. Gah, he doesn't like that either. Too sweet. Well not all their meeting can go smoothly, isn't it? Lot of smaller exclamation marks, some alarms, and &s #s @s are floating around as if confused slightly.] O-oh. Oh. Y-you can nap, really, it's fine, I-I'll be the one just going- over there, somewhere further away-- I'm used people being ignorant, I-I know how that is. And nap is important.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[She's tempted to snatch at the floating cartoon marks, but restrains herself.

For now.

She eats a chocolate then, since he doesn't seem to want it.]

Oh, don't be like that. I'm awake now. Were you busy, though? I'll leave you if you want.

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[Barbara's hands still on her wheels the moment she sees Sirrka's bed, and she stares for a moment, the faintest blush reddening her cheeks]

...It's good for resting, yeah. If you can manage it, anyway.

[slowly...wheels...closer]

Is it at least a good lecture?